Advice To A Brother

I’ll tell you a story of ribbons and perfume,
Of laughter and quick breaths of air.
Of smoke rings still hanging, of ear rings still dangling,
When magic was in the air.

There once lived a lady of fortune and family,
She rode in a carriage so fine.
A sad and sweet lady with a face like the sunshine,
You know that I wish you were mine.

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And she walks with a secret she talks in a whisper,
A statue is turning its head.
While three or four lovers who’s bones are all broken,
Lie gracing the foot of her bed.

Each time that you see her she looks so damn pretty,
The Devils caught up her hair.
And once that you love her, your caught in her fever,
I tell it just isn’t fair.

My story is true if you still don’t believe me,
I hope that in time you will see.
Your young eyes have wisdom I hope your evading,
The web that she laid out for me.

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And she may be a widow she may be an Angel,
She may be a witch in disguise.
I cannot advise you although you’re my brother,
I hope you can see through the lies.

My story is useless for the years have their own way,
Of sorting the fools from the wise.
Just try to remember a fool was your brother,
And don’t be deceived by her eyes.

And you to may someday meet such a lady,
Or maybe you met her today.
I cannot advise you although you’re my brother,
Just something I needed to say.

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And she walks with a stranger, consumed in her fever,
It’s too late you can’t break away.
I cannot advise you although you’re my brother,
Just something I needed to say.
I cannot advise you although you’re my brother,
Just something I needed to say.